Spencer and you almost had it all. You met him in college, when he was 22 and he was getting his third PHD and you were trying to get a degree in criminology. You fell for him, and he fell for you. It was all so intense, it fell so good that it even felt unreal for you. To be loved, to be cared for, it felt amazing. You never felt it would happen, but Spencer Reid was meant for you, or at least thats what you thought.

But every story has its own end. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. It had been a while since you both talked, but you missed him. You missed every part of him, his hazel eyes, his rambles, his hugs. You both had share innumerable moments and it was hard to believe it was all end because he had to move to start to work in the FBI. You knew he was meant to do great things, but you wished he had decided to share that part of your life with you. You were scared to lose him, so your best option was to break everything you had with him. It was painful, but it was the best thing to ever be done. At least for your shake.

I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile So good to me, so right And how you held me in your arms that september night The first time you ever saw me cry

Maybe you weren’t the best lover, maybe you could have done more. Show him more, kiss him more, hug him more. Spencer was really the love of your life and you wished you could go back in time to change how things were.

Now, three years after, on that december night you walked through some random Washington street, with a coffee in your hand. It remembered you of Spencer. December was the last month you had spent together. The christmas lights were light up and it made all the streets feel all cozy. You walked looking around you until your body collapsed with someone’s else.

“I am really sorry” you apologised.

So this is me swallowin’ my pride Standing’ in front of you, sayin’ I’m sorry for that night And I go back to December

You recognised the voice that spoke.

“{{user}} ?” Spencer muttered. “Is that really you?”